A short story.

Special Stew

      Throughout the journey of his life so far, Kevin ended up taking the wrong turn every time. To start of with, he never knew his parents. He grew up in an orphanage in London that had to be shut down because of unsanitary conditions. He was then moved up north to an orphanage in Sunderland which was burnt down by hooligans. Which is why he was where he was today; in the back of a sleek black BMW, travelling with a strange man he had never met, to an unknown location at just the age of 13.

      He was extremely bored. He had been on the road for more than 2 hours now and had been reduced to watching the dull rain trickle down the outside of the window. His piercing blue eyes and bright blonde, curly hair were reflected back at him.

“How are you feeling?” asked Robert; the man driving the vehicle.

“Meh, ok I guess…” He replied in a single drone.

“Well, we are nearly there; so hang on.” In saying this, Robert momentarily took his eyes of the road. This made Kevin feel unsafe. Was he really going to spend the rest of his childhood with this careless man? Only time would tell.

“We have arrived Kevin.” Kevin looked up out of the window. He took in his surroundings. Huge trees covered his field of vision. It was like something out of a fairytale. They had been travelling down a long winding road into the forest and in front of the car stood a wrought, steel gate. Robert got out of the car and opened the gate. He got back in the car with Kevin and drove the car up the estate.

       Robert got out once more and opened Kevin’s door. As they walked up to the front of the orphanage building, Kevin made it his duty to jump in every puddle possible along the way, just for the sake of making Robert mad. However Robert just gave a small chuckle as he watched Kevin splash water all the way up his legs.

“Quite a lively one aren’t you?”

“Yeah, whatever…” replied Kevin not really paying attention to anything other than his bottle green Wellington boots. Kevin just followed the path along. He had know idea where Robert was leading him too, he just assumed it would be another dank, rundown building for him to spend every waking minute in, wishing he was somewhere else.

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